my thoughts are a poison
arsenic or cyanide
it's all the same to me
but they elaborate
their trade of ****
and suffocate or
twist my will or
twist their knife
into my skull
and laugh and wait and watch and see
that poison trickles out of me -
instead of blood
as well it should
thick toxin lies upon the ground
and mutters at the shameful sound
of voices in my mind becoming words
that shriek and spurn and spout
the horrors of my head in
croaking voice that's straining at the knees
i'm crying -
help me
help me
please